/
00:00
00:00
  • Digital Album

    Immediate download of 1-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    For all of November this song will be free. If you give me money for it I will give that money to the Red Cross. Or you can take the song for free and donate to The Red Cross who will help people affected by Hurricane Sandy - in New York, and all over the world: http://rdcrss.org/Sqj194
    I wrote this song for Molly Crabapple who loves New York and loves me. And I love her. And New York.

    Buy Now  name your price

1.

about

I wrote this song for Molly Crabapple who loves New York and loves me. And I love her. And New York. We also like dollars in exchange for art. For rent and martinis (actually we like whiskey the most.)

credits

released 07 December 2011
Song by Kim Boekbinder
Art by Molly Crabapple - www.mollycrabapple.com

tags

license

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

Kim Boekbinder is The Impossible Girl; a performer, composer, musician, and visual artist who defies genre. She has travelled the world, stealing hearts and changing paradigms with her indelible live performance and her excitingly original and unforgettable music. ... more

shows

discography

contact / help

For help with downloads, click here.

For all other inquiries, including help with merch, click here.

Redeem download codes here.

Track Name: New York City
I want to live in a shoebox,
at the top of the world,
at the top of the food chain,
with all the beautiful girls.
I want to live in the city,
that never stops,
even when I'm at the bottom,
I'll be at the top of,
New York, New York City.

It's big and it's dirty,
it runs too hot, too cold,
it'll grind you down so hard
that even the young are old.
If you've got the ambition,
you can join the race,
but for every opportunity,
there's one million others crowding for space in
New York, New York City.

You've got myths, you've got legends,
you've got the Chelsea Hotel,
if you ring the right bell boy,
he might even ring your bell.
When you're feeling down and out,
and you can't pay the rent,
there's nothing a $58 martini,
won't help you forget in
New York, New York City.

I want to live at Ground Zero,
of culture and fame,
I want everything that glitters,
and I want it to spell out my name.
I want to live in the city,
that never sleeps,
where even the shallows are
drowning deep.
New York, New York City.

New York, New York City.